Val stood in the shadowed corner watching Samair as she danced. He hadn’t thought much about her in the few days since they’d first met, but he’d been able to think of nothing else since she’d walked into Risque that night.
The club was pretty busy for a Monday night and he’d watched from his office as she laughed and danced with her friends until the itch under his skin became undeniable. He’d made a quick round of the club, checking in with his doormen and bartenders to see that all was well before he’s found a corner, and searched her out with his gaze.
Dressed in a soft pink top that hugged her upper body and showed off her fantastic cleavage, and some long flowing skirt that hid the curve of her delectable ass, she danced with an enthusiasm and abandon that called to the animal deep within.
As if she sensed his thoughts, she spun around and her gaze landed directly on him. Or on the corner where he stood.
There was no way she could see him in the darkened corner, but it was obvious she knew someone was there, watching her. A defiant and blatantly devilish grin spread across her face and she shook her ass, rubbing back against her partner. The challenge in her gaze was clear. The thrill of the chase fired up inside him. She was out to have a good time, and nothing was going to get in her way.
Raising her hands, she spun in her partner’s arms, did a last rub against him, then walked away, leaving the loser who’d been trying to make a move on her behind on the dance floor.
The thrill of the chase fired up inside him and he stepped out of the shadows to follow her. If she really wanted to misbehave, he was the man for her.
He saw her at the back bar and moved in that direction. When he stepped up behind her, Tommy was just sliding her drink in front of her. With a shake of his head Val signaled the bartender to refuse her money. Before she could turn around, he leaned in and spoke softly against her ear. “What’s number two?”
She did a tight turn, her body brushing erotically against his, and looked up at him. “Number two?”
“On your list of favorite sexual fantasies.”
“Oh, that.” Her baby blue eyes met his dead on. “You thinking of helping me experience the whole thing?”
“Possibly.”
She licked her lips and his cock twitched.
Samair saw the flare of heat in Valentine’s dark eyes and an answering flame licked her insides. The need to dance close to the fire had her reaching out to place a hand low on his belly. His stomach contracted and heat seeped through the silk of his dress shirt to her fingertips, invading her veins.
“I’m not so sure ‘possibly’ is good enough for me to tell you my deepest desires.” She struggled to keep her voice light and flirtatious.
“How about we make a little deal?”
“Deal?”
He moved closer, leaving mere millimeters of space between their bodies as he reached up to brush a lock of hair away from her cheek. “You tell me your fantasies … and I’ll make them come true.”
Samair swallowed, her heart pounding and pussy dampening. This was no boy to be toyed with. Valentine Ward was all man, and the promise in his gaze made it clear he was confident in his abilities to follow through.
Yet, she couldn’t help but try to push a button or two. “Promises, promises.”
He stepped back and tucked his hands into his pockets. His hooded gaze ran over her, making all her pleasure points tingle, and threw out a challenge of his own. “Are you brave enough to see if I can keep my promises?”
Nope, not a boy at all.
A thrill ripped through her at the prospect of having this man willing to do whatever she wanted. “Right now my fantasy is to have you on your knees, with your face buried between my thighs.”
“Done.”
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idiot got suckered by sleazy Mike Boogie. I almost hope she makes it to the final three with Mike and WIll, just so Mike can choose Will over her. Stupid 
